False Creek’s oldest bridge, Seaforth’s spreading trees. Joined by paths like those between Jericho and Kits Beach. Pocket parks sewn into a ribbon – Tatlow stitched to Volunteer. Ride a tandem by the seashore, run your fingers ‘long the seam.

A dozen cars for every bicycle? A dozen bikes for every car. What was louder than the waves is but an eddy in the wind. Gentle ripples lapping at the wall, trickles open up a crack. The waves were out there waiting, and now they’re rushing through. As the ships sail Burrard Inlet, the seacycles ply Point Grey.

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